The Wolf and the Rabbit

Dear AMC, When we said that we wanted Scott Gimple to be removed as showrunner for The Walking Dead, this was not what we fucking meant.

I know that I said that I would no longer be posting on this blog, but I wanted to take a moment to address the recent removal of Scott Gimple as showrunner for The Walking Dead, and why I am not fucking impressed at all.

For one, AMC still ain’t shit. They’ve been shit and will always be shit for the way they treat their talent. Changing showrunners won’t affect this.

For another, Gimple wasn’t exactly kicked to the curb with a cardboard box containing framed pictures of his family and a houseplant. He was fucking promoted. He still has a shitton of creative control. Angela Kang won’t exactly be able to go over his head and be able to rectify the insurmountable amount of damage that Gimple did to the show (as if that’s even a possibility in the first place), so don’t assume any drastic changes are coming. They aren’t.

Don’t be fooled by this stupidly transparent attempt at appeasing fans. Don’t think AMC gives a shit about its fans or its talent. This greed machine will keep on running for as long as we allow it, so please, if you’ve planned on boycotting or abandoning the show, stick to your guns, and find ways of supporting the cast and crew by other means.

Chandler Riggs gave AMC’s The Walking Dead eight years of his life and his childhood, and AMC’S response was the following:

Tell him that they planned on keeping him on the show for at least the next three years,

allow him to enroll in Georgia University due to its proximity to their filming locations,

allow him to purchase a house near their filming locations,

realize that his eighteenth birthday was coming up, and that he could negotiate for a raise,

decide that that they didn’t want to pay him more money,

fire him, and kill him off the show he gave half his life to,

and not tell him until two weeks before it happened.

 What this show did to Chandler is incomprehensibly, inconceivably cruel, and I have no interest in continuing to support it.

This blog will stick around as an archive, and nothing else.

he said to touch the hand of god, and he’ll make me king.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken And I hung my head... and cried. (x)

Tell him that we don’t know him either.